honeybeebutch

acrylic, canvas 40*50 cm „birds of the Ebro River Valley“ 2024

The truth is I believe in a God that died just as we die—alone, bereft, once and for all—and I believe in a God that broke free from that static tragedy and thereby transformed forever what we understand death to be and what we understand life to be. I believe we do in fact each create the God we serve, and I believe that underlying all of those creations is a singular being that is available and indivisible and constant for all of us. I believe that you and I have come to Christianity simply because it was the religion in which we were raised, and I believe that we are Christians because it is our fate. (How I love Paul Ricoeur's definition of faith: chance raised to the level of a destiny by virtue of a constant choice.) I believe there is no one truth, and yet we must wager everything on the one that claims us.